Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
The world is a great volume, and man the index of that book; even in the body of man, you may turn to the whole world.
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.